BULLET THE BLUE SKY / U2 / NIVEL 3

In the howlin' wind

Comes a stingin' rain

See it drivin' nails

Into the souls on the tree of pain

From the firefly

A red orange glow

See the face of fear

Runnin' scared in the valley below

Bullet the blue sky...

Bullet the blue...

In the locust wind

Comes a rattle and hum

Jacob wrestled the angel

And the angel was overcome

You plant a demon seed

You raise a flower of fire

We see them burnin' crosses

See the flames, higher and higher

Woh... bullet the blue sky...
Bullet the blue...

Now this guy comes up to me

His face red like a rose on a thorn bush

Like all the colours of a royal flush

And he's peelin' off those dollar bills

 (Slappin' 'em down)

One hundred, two hundred

And I can see those fighter planes...

Across the mud huts as children sleep

Through the alleys of a quiet city street

Up the staircase to the first floor

We turn the key and slowly unlock the door

As a man breathes into his saxophone

And through the walls you hear the city groan

Outside, is America...

See across the field

See the sky ripped open

See the rain comin' through the gapin' wound

Howlin' the women and children

Who run into the arms

Of America...